The morning air was heavy with the scent of salt and sun. The waves rolled steadily against the shore, a constant, calming rhythm. Kairo woke first, as usual, and took a moment to watch Arielle sleeping beside him. Her hair was loosely spread across the pillow, and the faintest hint of a smile lingered on her lips. He let himself linger there for a moment longer, not wanting to break the peaceful spell of the morning.
Arielle stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She blinked at the sunlight spilling through the curtains before she saw Kairo, standing by the window, arms crossed, watching her quietly. She smiled softly, stretching, feeling the ease of the morning settle over her.
“Morning,” she said, voice low and steady.
“Morning,” Kairo replied. He moved toward her, setting his hand gently
